LOGINMY STEP BROTHER'S COCKCHAPTER 4 — SECRET ADDICTIONThe next few days blurred into a haze of stolen touches and risky moments.Every time Mom and her husband left the house — even for an hour — Ethan found me. In the laundry room while I folded clothes, he’d press me against the dryer, hand down my shorts, stroking me fast and dirty until I came all over his fist with my face buried in his neck to muffle my moans. In the garage when I was looking for something in the storage boxes, he bent me over the hood of his car, yanked my pants down, and fucked me raw with one hand over my mouth while the other stroked my cock.Each time got riskier. Each time I craved it more.Tonight, the house was quiet again. Mom and Dad had gone out for dinner. Ethan texted me one word: “Shower.”My cock was already hard as I walked upstairs.He was waiting in the master bathroom — the big one with the glass shower stall. Steam already filled the room. He stood naked under the spray, water cascading down hi
CHAPTER 3 — CROSSING THE LINEI didn’t knock.The door to Ethan’s room was already cracked open like an invitation I couldn’t refuse. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pushed it wider and stepped inside. The room smelled like him — clean sweat, faint cologne, and the unmistakable musk of arousal still lingering from earlier.Ethan was on his bed, propped against the headboard in nothing but black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock obvious. His green eyes darkened the second they landed on me.“Took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough. A smirk played on his lips, but there was hunger there. Raw, impatient hunger.I closed the door behind me. The click sounded final. Irreversible.“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, even as I walked toward the bed.Ethan sat up, reaching for me. His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me onto the mattress. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, our cocks pressing together through thin fabric.“Yeah, you should,” he grow
CHAPTER 2 — CAUGHTI couldn’t sleep.The house was too quiet, the air too thick with the memory of what I’d seen through that cracked door. Ethan’s moan. His hand moving on his thick cock. The way he whispered my name like a dirty secret. My shorts were still sticky from my own release, and my dick was already half-hard again just thinking about it.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, cock throbbing, hole clenching every time I remembered the way his abs flexed when he came. Finally, I gave up. I needed water. Or air. Anything to clear my head.I slipped out of bed in just my black boxer briefs and padded downstairs quietly, the wooden floor cool under my bare feet. The kitchen light was on. Low and warm.Of course he was there.Ethan stood at the counter in nothing but gray boxer briefs that hugged his ass and thighs like they were painted on. His back was to me, muscles shifting as he poured himself a glass of water. The same low-hanging waistband from earl
CHAPTER 1 — THE RETURNThe front door clicked shut behind me, and the familiar scent of home hit me like a punch to the chest — leather from the couch, Mom’s vanilla candle, and something new. Something masculine and warm that made my stomach tighten before I even saw him.Ethan.My stepbrother.I dropped my duffel bag in the hallway and kicked off my shoes, trying to act normal. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of a basketball game on TV. Summer break. Six weeks of being under the same roof as the guy I’d been trying not to think about since the wedding.I walked into the kitchen and froze.Ethan stood at the counter, shirtless, back to me, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he reached for a glass in the cabinet. Low-slung gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers visible. Sweat glistened along his spine from what must have been a recent workout. His shoulders were broad, arms cut from year
CHAPTER 5 — PLAYOFF FINALThe arena was electric. Game 7 of the finals. Winner takes the Cup. The crowd was deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated through my bones as I stepped onto the ice for warm-ups. My eyes found him immediately — Jordan Hale, number 19, skating across the neutral zone like he owned it.Our eyes locked.For three weeks we’d been sneaking around like criminals. Hotel rooms, storage closets, late-night texts that said everything and nothing. But tonight, on this ice, we were enemies again. The rivalry the fans craved. The one the media hyped every single day.I slammed into him during the second period. Hard. Legal, but dirty. He slammed back. We went down in a tangle of limbs and sticks. The refs pulled us apart, but not before I felt his hand grip my jersey like he wanted to rip it off right there.“After the game,” he growled under his breath as they separated us. “My hotel. Don’t you fucking dare disappear.”I didn’t answer. But my cock throbbed under my pads
ON THE ICE, UNDER HIM (4)CHAPTER 4 — SECRET SEASONThe morning light filtering through the hotel curtains felt too bright, too real. I woke up with Jordan’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best and worst ways, ass sore from how hard he’d fucked me, muscles tired from the game and the night that followed. Cum had dried on my stomach and chest. His cock was soft now, pressed against my ass, but even that innocent contact made my own dick twitch with interest.I should have left hours ago. Instead, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding with a mix of satisfaction and panic.What the fuck had I done?Jordan stirred behind me. His hand slid up my chest, fingers brushing over one nipple. I shivered.“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Regretting it already?”I swallowed. “No.”Liar.He rolled me onto my back, hovering over me. His green
CHAPTER 4The VIP room feels hotter now, air thick with the scent of my arousal and his sweat. The bass from the main floor thumps through the walls like a second heartbeat. Kai’s still inside me deep, unmoving for a second after my orgasm, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. His h
CHAPTER 5The table creaks under my weight as Kai slides back inside me slow this time, deliberate, letting me feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my sensitive walls. I’m still throbbing from the last orgasm, slick with his come and mine, but he doesn’t care. He just watches my face, eyes
CHAPTER 3Tuesday arrives like a held breath. The convent wakes the same way it always does bell at dawn, feet on cold stone, murmured prayers—but everything feels sharper now, edged. Colors brighter. Sounds closer. My skin too aware of the wool brushing against it.I spend the morning in the garde
The week between sessions was pure hell.I swore I wouldn’t come back. I lied to myself every fucking day.Every morning I woke up already soaked, thighs clamped, fingers buried inside before my eyes even opened properly. I came hard and fast, choking his name into the pillow like a dirty prayer







